Someone has probably told you not to worry, because although
it hurts (Very much an understatement) and it can sometimes last a long time
(also an understatement), once you have your baby in your arms, you’ll forget
all about the labor.

This might be true, but I’d like to put a very large sum of
money on the fact that my husband will NEVER let me forget what happened during
labor. I’m sure he’s also not going to let a lot of other people forget what
happened during my labor, so I’ll just beat him to the punch and fill you all
in.

I expected lots of things to happen while in labor.

I expected to be in
pain, and I was, oh yes I was!

I expected to be all wet and leaky with amniotic fluid, and
I was.

I expected to feel a little sick and possibly throw up, and
I did.

I expected to be moody and tired, and I was.

I did NOT expect to have an uncontrollable bowel movement,
but oh yea.. I did that too!

Yep, you read that right. I just could not stop pooping!

I had been in active labor for about 6 hours when I started
to feel my contractions again (for the first time after getting the epidural...
maybe 4 hours prior.) They were a painful but not as excruciating as before I
got the epidural. Every time I had a contraction, I felt the urge to poop.
Normal right? I mean at least I thought so. I actually got excited because I
had the same sensation just moments before I was told I was ready to push with
Keegan. So I thought for sure I was having a baby in the next ten minutes!

I let Mikael know and told him just to wait a few more
contractions to see if it keeps up before he got the nurse.

There was another contraction… and there was the urge to
poop. Okay, baby soon?

And then again. And again.

And then… what the heck was that?!

I can only imagine the look on my face when I told my
husband I thought I pooped my pants!

He laughed at me and let me know that wasn’t possible since
I wasn’t wearing pants. Thanks smartass…

...But I think I just pooped myself! I made him hand me a box
of tissues and find the baby wipes I saw the nurse use earlier.

Sure enough that just happened to me.

The contractions that had me gripping the bedrail not even 5
minutes before had suddenly been masked by an overwhelming amount of embarrassment.

And every time I had a contraction, more and more just kept
coming out… seriously? My husband oh so graciously donned blue surgical gloves
and held open the trash bag for my wipes and tissues. I know, I scored a real
keeper didn’t I?

That has to be true love.

...literally

After about 15 minutes of this, the nurse came in and I let
her know I was having an uncontrollable bowel movement, to which she responded
by asking me if I wanted her to “clean me up”…

What? ... No!

I’m embarrassed enough that it’s even happening and you
think I want you to wipe my ass… Please let me keep a little bit of my dignity…
She swore this happens all the time and she didn’t mind because it was her job…

Yea, I just kept “cleaning” myself as it came... I was so
embarrassed that I didn’t even notice my contractions anymore.

I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide!

The nurse did check my cervix though, since an involuntary bowel
movement can be a sign that the baby is bearing down and ready to come out.

And he was.

So she called in the doctor and rest of the team. In less
than 20 minutes and 10 pushes, Ronin was born.

And that was beautiful.

I was embarrassed and swore I would never tell a soul, but
it happened and that’s real. And maybe just a little funny… now. I know I’m not
alone and I won’t be ashamed. I might not forget about this labor, but at least
I’ll laugh about it. Hope you do too.